Lion Head Mesa epithet

Timeskip, maybe?

She watched as his eyes followed her, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. It was partially for herself, but also in the knowledge she knew she had done well. Pleasing others had always been a priority, but today, Sokha was provided the chance to experience it in return.

Ramesses pulled her close. The woman released a faint sigh, eyes fluttering to a close to enjoy each touch upon her. Their embrace was one thing she would never tire of. The thrum of his heart, the warmth of his fur. All were too welcoming. 

Anything for you, my Pharaoh, Sokha cooed in that sickly sweet tune. 

My Pharaoh. The words rung through her mind all the while, a small smile sticking upon her lips. She could never be rid of it. She could never be rid of him, and never wanted to be.